I was more than pretty
Onyeshe finally regrets it after seeing me marry anotherbetrayed by my fiancé i seduced my bossi was forced to donate two hearts, and my husband went mad with regreti gave them my kidneys they gave me hatred
Her love — a theatre, her soul — a stage,
and I, the fool who thought it was friendship.
Now I sip my tea with quiet grace,
for I have learned —
not all enemies wear frowns.
Some wear my perfume,
and borrow my smile.
Such is the life of a fake friend.
Beware!